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I tie a noose he gon swing from a rope like he Tarzan
I hit up Stacy if i order something he carted
I need a regular [?]
Ugh

Lil XD on my waist go retarded
I got your homie my blunt ima spark it
in his head i got something to target
Nothing has changed i always been heartless
World War 2 all the opps I be harming
You not a big dog so why is you barking?
I set the price so I dont wanna bargain
Scope on the rifle i feel like a marksman

She pull my d**k out my pants it enlarged
Bringing it in yeah we pa**ing the margain
Off of the xans im in space like a martian
Post it online we slide to your apartment
I got the fish but its not off the market
That boy gon fold when he down like a [?]
Taking a CC, regular charges
I swear they all copy me look what i started

I left that b*t*h at the party
I wanna kill to the [?]
Please
I got some bricks all on my luggage
Dont give no f**ks i send shots to your brothers
Big 83 you should know how im comin
Talk down on mine then im killing your cousin
And i ride with that 5 on my hip cause im buzzin
And he knew what it was and you not what it wasn't
Send 2-3 shots straight in that boy stomach

No im at the mono im not at the function
I be on the block with the boys know we juggin
dozen
Im robbin that boy with like no reprocussion
Sipping on [?]
Man this sh*t getting hot like it came out the oven
No im not with that cappin im not with that fussin
Im outside [?]
And the feds at the door i won't let em they comin in
They tryna fight all these [?] ive been
I put 2 percs in my drink i can't stomach it
I put my d**k in her body she lovin it
Walkin in Neimans i got me another fit
real pu**y im getting right under it
Give me [?] like an ostrich
This blade gonna slice [?]
octopus
i thought you was too cool just to talk to us
That lil b*t*h slopping us
I gotta pick up that b*t*h in my [?]
Said he ahead we gon knock off his [?]
Posted with Yac and we getting a lot of buzz
He got a shirt we shoot first ain't no time to duck
I got some stains on my phone ima line em up
I feel like the Devil i rip out his eyeballs so he do not win it
They talk about crack in they songs but i swear they had never stepped foot in no motherf**king kitchen
I dont gotta say sh*t [?] know that I get it
And they know i got money dont know how I spend it
Been [?] getting rich i dont even know how the f**k i am gonna make it to the finish
I just robbed your boy like I had no remorse
When i think about it i just really start grinning
I feel like a [?] with all of these w****s
They dont even know i got multiple women
They be with the snitches they be [?] in court
They tryna get me cause they mad that I did it
Shawty can see that im dressed up in [?]
Livin that life ima make em stop living
in your block is what will get you shot
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